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#losing my utter mind
cityelf · 11 months
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Left is MY FIC, right is the ACTUAL BOOK QUOTE IT WAS INSPIRED BY
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(Mask context: masquerade ball / cinderella au)
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It has been doing numbers EVERYWHERE and I only found out from this lovely person who commented on Ao3:
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So yeah I guess if anyone wants to read an 8 year old Song of Achilles fanfic written in a fever dream after watching Into The Woods, be my guest
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moon1ee · 1 year
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there is something to be said about jimmy’s death. something to be said about a curse looming over his head that they keep mentioning, as if repetition will dull the pain, will cause the bleeding wound to scab over and form calluses. something to be said about bdubs throwing himself forward, shouting “KILL ME”, something about joel trying to sacrifice himself. the love was there. so was the fear. the canary sings a warning. then comes the bloodshed.
grian watches joel out of the corner of his eye, taking slow steps over the ramshackle bridge that looks over the server. joel sprints ahead, careless, movements strange and distorted, body tensed, fingers curling. the setting sun flashes red back into his eyes. a bloodied reflection. he is being reckless. he is going crazy. grian remembers last life, remembers passing through and hearing joel’s ear-spitting screaming, remembers cracking open a laugh as bloodlust that should not exist under stained green thrums through him. HOW ARE YOU DOING, JOEL, he called, and there is a snarl in response. “going a bit mad, going a bit MENTAL.”
joel was, in a word. dedicated. the best of them. the worst of them. grian remembers a pack of wolves, remembers fingers curling into pale fur, remembers agonized cries as the dogs fell.
he cannot ignore the similarities. run, rabbit, run.
he makes plans, he plots. he feels the time tick down. sends down explosives. one takes out four. he laughs, ear-splitting, thinks, i’m learning.
four. five. six. seven. he loses count. he doesn't stop.
joel’s teeth keep flashing.
grian sneaks down, around, ducks his head, whispers allyship to bigb and pearl, feels eyes humming around them.
he will not stop planning. he needs allies, in a place like this, after he loses his.
joel, he says, just kill me. the man glances at him, once, does not respond.
into battle they go. smoke rises in his lungs. scar, grinning, scar, falling, scar, protesting not to kill his beloved animal.
grian sees a creeper sneak up behind him, almost hisses a warning, stops himself. waits. watches. scar turns his head, jumps back, laughing. he has learned, too.
joel’s time is running out. grian runs after him.
joel is being reckless. he goes after scar. JOEL JUST KILL ME, grian shouts. "NO, NOT YOU," joel screams. "I'LL KILL HIM INSTEAD."
grian remembers a hand that stayed ever dedicated to the coming winter.
DO IT, and joel splits him, and then someone else, and then dies, the absolute fucking idiot, and they are. back where they started. or maybe right where they will end.
joel looks rabid in the moonlight. grian makes plans for when he is gone.
joel, just take one of my lives. just do it. "no," joel says, turning around, eyes searching frantically for something, for butter yellow canary wings that do not fill the space any longer, hands reaching to claw around grian's wrists, nails stinging, drawing blood. "you have to win," he says, pleads, begs, "for us. you have to."
grian says nothing.
joel is being reckless. he runs ahead. “scar-“ grian swallows down the name, frantic at the flash of red rushing off without him. JOEL.
lightning, singing his back. he turns. silent. shocked. remembers a hand’s agonized scream. remembers an attempt at revenge that ended him.
the bad boys were never that army of dogs in renchanting, were never loyal enough for it. too brittle, too untrusting, even jimmy. especially jimmy.
there is a tombstone. grian does not grieve. his sorrow is short-lived. he has a new alliance now, new loyalties. ones that may be smarter. it is for the best.
tick tick tick.
his wrists still ache.
edit: cross-posted on ao3!
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day-mark · 17 days
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i actually cant with these ccs, you say that because q was nice to you personally that means he cant possibly be a bad person. but this entire past month has been ccs harping nonstop about how just because dteam seem nice doesnt mean theyre good people, we never know whats happening behind the scenes and how we shouldnt trust the front they put forward(mind you they say this and act like we should put our full trust into them, someone we also dont know). like do these people hear themselves . seems like its more about their word being law and wanting everyone to only listen to them than it is about warning people of being blinded by rose-colored glasses.
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croziers-compass · 4 months
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Look at him. That's the guy. Look at his wee hands and his fingerless mittens cradling a cup. Behold my Captain.
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slutdge · 3 months
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my parents rlly replaced all the original hardwood flooring with sad gray peel and stick faux wood flooring and painted over all the wooden cabinets and wall paneling with sad gray paint in our 90 year old farmhouse that my great grandfather built huh
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void-tiger · 21 days
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…sometimes I just. Think about. How literal siblings get stuck with rumors they’re dating, and m-f friendships often don’t get a chance to truly start or develop because of the strain those assumptions and pressure causes…
…while literal same-gender and aspec-affirming couples get slapped with “like siblings” this and “just really good friends” that.
And then how this gets even more reductive with infighting like “m-f friendships can only occur when one of them is homosexual,” or aspecs picking at eachother over rep until it’s a very specific type of aroace on the aroace spectrum of the aspec spectrums (and nobody’s actually happy), and of course fanon ships pitted against gen-no-ships…
…and how everyone just ends up feeling stressed out and invalidated. Because anything—and I do mean anything—that doesn’t fit neatly inside of the heteronormative narrative of “men and women can’t be friends, men and women must be romantically involved, people of the same gender and/or aspec/any other queer identity(ies) must never date.”
And how it makes the queers and cichets alike absolutely miserable.
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pstelwitchcraft · 9 months
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I love that every single creature this table has ever had on speed dial eventually regrets it, doesn't matter if it's Gods, people, warcrime wizards... i literally cannot wait for fearne to start calling that champion of Asmodeus every time she has a vaguely related question until Asmodeus himself is like "just let her go dude this is way too much work"
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chenpire · 1 month
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my post series recommendation is that if you've never listened to the orchestral version of hero by faouzia while thinking about Wilhelm and Simon's utter trainwreck of a romance, you should. I think you should.
#shows#young royals#I have loved this show truly#and it can never not be political for me given where I grew up and my own convictions but I don't think the crew copped out of the politics#maybe it's a gentler version of the story than reality would allow but it's a wonderful example of#thoughtful naturalistic visual storytelling that is largely uninterested#in overexplaining or justifying it's narrative#while still remaining loyal to it's thematic baseline#I'd love to actually get around to some of that meta I vauged about post s2 on class and setting and possibly I will in May#when I have room for thoughts#because I do still want to make my points about how the personalisation of politics usually makes people blind to the systemic issue at han#which I think the show balanced pretty nicely#if you grew up or are growing up in a constitutional monarchy and you're not really engaged with your local republican movement#maybe now would be a good time to start thinking about it#a lot of people think 'well it's an archaic system so it should go' and leave it at that but the issues run so much deeper#than who the head of state is and this stuff is really worth considering if this is the political system the currently defines your future#anyway I'll put my praxis down for the time being#and just take a moment to appriciate this fantastic variation on the age old theme#isn't love really just a form of madness#like doesn't first love just kind of make you utterly lose your mind in a way that could conceivably bring empires to their knees#in all of it's single minded innocence and utter irrationality#cause yeah....yeah I remember that
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underskz · 7 months
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min in black !!! min in white !!!
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dutybcrne · 5 months
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I need to write up a thing ant how Kazu treats relationships like there will Never be enough time
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loserfrankenstein · 7 months
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this world is NOT too much you're right mr camus thank you
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navree · 2 years
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"You need to sleep, Aegon," she says quietly. 
His eyes are already wet when they meet her's. "How?" 
this is the saddest shit i’ve ever written and i cannot believe it’s for the dragon incest show
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toonbly · 1 year
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does anyone have the deep fried koopa image with the impact font "IT WOULD BE SO AWFUL. IT WOULD BE SO CRUEL" please please it makes me laugh so fucking hard i need to see it again
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valkyrietookmoved · 2 years
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Finally got to start Obbligato and man... Kaname, Jun and Tatsumi dynamics has got my whole brain turning all the time I love they're so stupid when put together <3
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abyssmalice · 1 year
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@mascheremonoceros​: "In a heartbeat...Within reason of course."
@narvvhal​: Depends on who are you going to ask me to k-word. Knowing you, I probably will have to refuse.
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“Why are you all so boring! It’s just one god! One measly Archon! We can always get another Tsaritsa, can’t we?”
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